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I sit around all day. I read all day or nap or just stare into space. Sometimes I eat. Sometimes I smoke a cigarette. Sometimes I take walks. I think a lot.
That's all I do. I don't see people. I don't do anything really.
But I can't help but have this unnerving feeling that everything is changing faster than I can comprehend. I sit so still, but the things still move so fast.
I've lost so much the past year. I've fucked up a lot. (Emphasis on the "I've fucked up a lot.")
And I know I'm gaining, day to day, in little ways, in small mindful ways.
It's just all alone.
That's all I do. I don't see people. I don't do anything really.
But I can't help but have this unnerving feeling that everything is changing faster than I can comprehend. I sit so still, but the things still move so fast.
I've lost so much the past year. I've fucked up a lot. (Emphasis on the "I've fucked up a lot.")
And I know I'm gaining, day to day, in little ways, in small mindful ways.
It's just all alone.